Introvert

July 2nd, 2007

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If so, do you tell this person he is “too serious,” or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren’t caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert.

Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs.

What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say “Hell is other people at breakfast.” Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially “on,” we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn’t antisocial. It isn’t a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: “I’m okay, you’re okay—in small doses.”

How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—”a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population.”

Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. “It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert,” write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I’ve read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered “naturals” in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, “Don’t you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?” (He is also supposed to have said, “If you don’t say anything, you won’t be called on to repeat it.” The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. “People person” is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like “guarded,” “loner,” “reserved,” “taciturn,” “self-contained,” “private”—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that

alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. “Introverts,” writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I’m not making that up, either), “are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don’t outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness.” Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts’ Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say “I’m an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush.”

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it’s not a choice. It’s not a lifestyle. It’s an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don’t say “What’s the matter?” or “Are you all right?”

Third, don’t say anything else, either.

Jonathan Rauch is a correspondent for The Atlantic and a senior writer for National Journal. Copyright © 2003 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; March 2003; Caring for Your Introvert; Volume 291, No.

Rebellion

June 28th, 2007

Rebellion and/or abuse of power.  Sitting at my desk, eating my Chinese takeout lunch.  Rebellion because we aren’t supposed to eat in our offices.  Abuse of power because that mantle of “acting” is draped upon my shoulders at the moment.  Because I just don’t care.  Because I don’t care to listen to the Reality TV rehash that constitutes lunchtime conversation among my co-workers.  Because I am getting cranky, on several levels, with several people, and it’s best to lay low and reduce the opportunity for that  inner snark to burst free.

I am an introvert.  I need some recharge time.  I shall have to post the article so that I have it for future reference, but I read something about introverts versus extroverts yesterday and it was just perfect, particularly when it sums up the difference between extroverts and introverts by saying extroverts are recharged by being around others, drained by being alone - while introverts are just the opposite.

Boombah

June 27th, 2007

That is what my face has done, it’s gone and boombahed.  It started Sunday.  A sinus infection.  Most normal people just feel crappy with them, me I gotta look crappy too.  Monday my face was swollen to such a degree that people were asking if I had a tooth pulled - t’wern’t pretty (and it hurt too).  Thankfully it’s gone down now…still puffy, but nothing like it was.  I could sleep last night too - glorious sleep, restorative sleep.  It is amazing how pain and sleep rarely co-exist.  And how pain and cranky are joined at the hip.   Yesterday was last.nerve.everybody.on.it.

Today, today is just meh.

No cheese, no beer

June 27th, 2007

Cheddar Beer Kettle Chips taste of neither cheese nor beer, but are good in some hard to define way…ask me what they taste like and I can’t say.

Acting

June 21st, 2007

Damn I hate when I’m asked if I’m ok with being acting (chief).  Because really I’m not ok with it, but the reasons why I’m being asked are valid and my reasons for not wanting to are not and I’ve escaped the duty for a good long time now and thus all I can say is sure, that’s fine.  But cwap, cwap cwap cwap.

Power has never been an aspiration of mine.

Guilded

June 19th, 2007

Soire is in a guild.  A real honest to goodness people online and everything guild.  A guild with a female leader. A guild with a 30 year old female guild leader.  Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

Ice cream, an opinion

June 19th, 2007

Of late I have realized that I am not, on the whole, a fan of the kitchen-sink theory of ice cream…more is not always better.  And when the more prevents you from enjoying that which makes ice cream ice cream, i.e., it’s creamyness, then something is clearly wrong.  Now I love Ben & Jerry’s.  Cherry Garcia, Chunky Monkey - this is ice cream done right.  But some of their new flavors are just too much - too many flavors, too many swirls, too many chunks, crumbs, chips…just too much.

But.  However.  Peach Cobbler.  OMG yes.  Makes you want to smoke a cigarette afterwards yes.

First of all peach ice cream.   With the exception of old-fashioned chocolate chip ice cream (by old fashioned I mean where the “chips” are actually flakey flakes of chocolate formed by melted chocolate hitting freezing cream, NOT chips of chocolate stirred into ice cream), there is no higher god of ice cream than peach ice cream.  To me anyway.   And this was godly peach ice cream, all creamy peachy keen…a very peach peach, to steal from the English Patient.  I feared those cobbler pieces would ruin it all, but no, it was like pie ala mode, it was crunchy pie crusty goodness surrounded by creamy peachy sweetness.

And so last night I watched William and Harry (I’m just wild about Harry) and fought back the Diana tears and had a peachy keen time.  Thanks Ben, Thanks Jerry.

Thorry to thay

June 14th, 2007

When I was little I had this joke book I got fro the Scholastic Book Club - god I loved that book club I got soe of the coolest books fro it Anyway I’ve always reebered one of the jokes fro the book - a letter tyed by soeone who was “thorry to thay that I thathed the th key”

I a sorry to say I have lost several keys on y keyboard including enter coa eriod and - I guess you can figure the rest out

I do have the on-screen keyboard u but dan that gets old quick

Reebered is kinda a cool word though I ay adot it

Will escort for gold

June 13th, 2007

Saturday I was on my computer when I suddenly noticed I was on battery power and very low on that. Since purchasing a new power supply I hadn’t had any issues, so I thought perhaps something had come loose. Once I found the power supply, under Spennie the cat, I found nothing loose, just one VERY hot power supply, which I unplugged due to that extreme heat.

And thus was the end of my computing for the weekend. The battery died and the power supply refused to supply power…or so I thought. The blue light indicating the battery was charging never came on, the computer would not turn on, the power supply, once cold, stayed cold. A repeat of what happened to me earlier this year, when I thought the battlescards of cats and dogs had taken their toll…though surprisingly, the night before my new power supply was to arrive, I just out of curiousity tried one more time and low and behold the computer turned on, the battery powered up, all was suddenly well.

So this time I kept testing…nothing. Last night around 11, the night before the new power supply I ordered was due in, I did the oh what the hell thing again…and the computer powered on. Damn it to hell. I mean I was thrilled to have a computer again, just pissed I’d bought another power supply I really didn’t need (the first replace I really did need). Oh well, I have a spare now, ready for the next time. And surely there will be a next time. I think I have it’s MO now…let it die, let it sit for 3 days, unplugged, let it have it’s little ‘tude…let it THINK you’ve bought a new power supply, just don’t actually hit that old submit order button.

So anyway, there I am at 11 at night, the first time with my computer in several days, and I had things I wanted, needed, to do. Catch up on LJ for sure…play a bit of WoW…work a bit on my WordPress theme. Internet connectivity decided to explore the limits of my last nerve…web sites wouldn’t load, ftp wouldn’t ftp, WoW kept disconnecting. I was getting cranky. Finally it straightened itself out a bit and I hopped on Soire, just wanting to DO something…ok, I wanted to go kill things. So I just headed up and started flying around, ending up at Coilskil (or whatever it is called - I am notorously bad at remembering WoW names), and killing naga and elementals seemed like a grand idea. So I’m just wandering around, mowin’ em down, and I see what looks like a cave and start wandering back into it…and ended up killing a mob that freed a captive that triggered an escort quest.

Now I tend not to care for escort quests - they have a nasty habit of getting you flagged for PvP and getting you killed. But the quest reward on this was 22g, plus some bracers, so I said what the hell. It turned out to be the easiest escort quest I’ve ever done…at some point we picked up a bunch of water elementals helping us so that even adds weren’t an issue. It took awhile to get her out, but it was a cake walk…and so I went to bed…at 4 am…22 gold richer and a lot less cranky. WoW IS my stress relief.

Note that I played with WordPress a bit after my little murdering spree. I was feeling very stubborn and obstinate and by god I will stay up all night if I want to. And actually I’m feeling ok on 3 hours of sleep. At least at the moment.

Except that I’m feeling pissy over stupid nit-picking. Fiscal year in review: Don’t spend, don’t spend, don’t spend, don’t spend, don’t spend, don’t spend, don’t spend, don’t spend, why in the hell haven’t you spent anything!!! SPEND SPEND SPEND!!! The words “money is no object” were uttered. And then suddenly a good ergonomic keyboard with smart card reader costs too much, find a cheaper one…I had a hard time finding that one damn it. That just totally put me in a baaaaaad mood.

And the theme is Themes

June 13th, 2007

The theme currently in use is just temporary…I have a vision, I have a tutorial, and eventually I will hopefully have a theme of my own.

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